Relive my days
In constant repetition
I awake exhausted
The job incomplete
You appeared there once
In my dream of dreams
You would not look at me
Averted your eyes
Far into the unknown
The pantry empty
The crops are all dead
The wind took the soil
Dust storms raged
Suddenly the rain began
Huge drops fell
Like bombs exploding
The dry creek bed filled
The great flood came again
You built a boat
And then a pyramid
Each rock you lifted
And carried many miles
You drew a heart in the sand
You sailed away
July 21, 2018
13 thoughts on “MY DREAMS/imaginary gardens with real toads”
This seems like a recurring dream, Annell, one you can’t shake off, hence the exhaustion and the feeling that the job is incomplete, that you are ignored. So sad that when the rain has sated the drought and the boat and pyramid have both been built, all you have left is a heart in the sand.
Thank you for your response, Kim.
Wonderful – so spare, and yet so rich in symbolism.
Thank you Rosemary.
This is so raw and filled with palpable and fiery emotion. Recurring dreams often make one long to know their meaning. I like the image of a heart in the sand at the end 💜
Sometimes I write to entertain myself…fantasy. Thanks for your comment.
Such an interesting abstraction of reality.. the idea of a journey, building up and breaking down. fascinating.
Thank you for your comment, Kerry.
Thank you for your comment Kerry. Annell Livingston
incomplete. dreams really are that – suggestions or jog the memory but they never really are fulfilling.
Thank you so much for your response!! I think your words are true.
My recurring dreams leave me weary. They never truly end, nor do they emit joy. Beautiful.
No they never truly do. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston